“Turn me into dust for my bones have given up.”

In my quiet is when the voices in my head get the loudest.

Within me lies an abundance of love that your ego was too blind to see.

Perfection is what I craved, from a far from perfect world.

All burdens are gifted heavy, but through you runs a abundance of strength strong enough to carry it.

My skin will continue to carry your memories, even if my mind wants to forget.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

I refuse to be strong for them, for I’m allowing myself to embrace my weak.

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through. Face it.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

We’ve already been through some of our worst – thinking there never was.

He who hasn’t tasted bitter things hasn’t earned sweet things.

I have a hard time writing music when I’m on tour.

I am passionate about football. My support for Celtic FC has got me through some hard times in my life. I still play regularly, too.

To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.

Not all wounds need healing, not all scars are ugly.